She was cursed..

She was cursed..
Her blood impure.
Her touch not safe.

She was cursed..
Hate growing bigger.
They wanted to kill her.

She was cursed..
But she knew.
She needed to run.

She was cursed..
And she was waiting.
She wanted revenge..

She was cursed..
But now..

They are cursed,

and no one can safe them..

This is a poem about the story about "Victoria-Alice".
You probably don't know it. I wrote it myself...